Ideal Home
Poem by Dana Young
My mother in the kitchen
making her famous Potato Salad
Baked Mac and cheese or chicken.
the smells wafting throughout the house.
Making my siblings and I
watch the clock in anticipation.
The coziness of love and laughter
Floating in the air as we swap memories.
Decorations and pictures on the walls,
the framing backdrop of another holiday.
Smiles forming on our faces every minute.
Millions of inside jokes shouted,
Over the volume of classic Christmas songs.
Wrapping paper overflowing from the
trash can.
Revealing the toys beneath,
Scattered on the floor
My ideal home is my childhood over Christmas
breaks from school.
I wish I could rewind time and freeze it.
Forever preserving the memory
And living it again in real time.
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